My cats - one is a 9-year old female American shorthair and one is 1-year old male Spanish tiger - don't get along very well sometimes. They keep me company even when they are hiding underneath the bed or table. If they are out in the lounge, then they are sitting on the blanket-strewn sofas or the piece of carpet left out just for them. The cat tree, now about 6 months old, sits unused in the corner.
Moe, the younger one, is such a copy cat. He follows Harley, my big mature girl, all around. She gets annoyed at this, and bops him one. Then a small fight breaks out and I have to get out the water gun. Run or be wet!
